I drive a Chevrolet movie theater

professional f***-up

current mood: danny brown on the closer on XXX

all over the wall, all over the raw

i’ve never titty-fucked but if i did i’d say “there’s a snake in my b****” like woody from toy story

and if i know women like i think i do, she’d be on gusher after that

bbc

get out

no

cook it up like it's some bonchon we still be serving chickens.

d**** are poison.

bell biv devoe told me it was girls

i don't have many heroes left to lose. RIP legend.

i'm not tryna get a 3-paragraph rant in all caps directed at me, so in the interest of peaceful harmony i won't name names but there's a user on here that has basically ruined an artist for me that i very much enjoyed because i automatically associate his music with their posting

the funny thing is even with that last post being on the nose you could call me out on it and i could just give you like 4 other examples of people doing this for different artists and say that's who i meant

the resident pitbull and TI stans not withstanding

i might off myself over acid reflux one of these night i'm not even joking

tryna go to bed but it's like someone poured liquid car battery down my throat because i put a pinch too much of salt on my dinner. i'm f***ing sick

unrelated, but hot fries are objectively better than hot cheetos. both the cheetos version and the one with that cartoon white guy on the front